Niall Horan, My Baby-Sitter (Narry)

Niall's P.O.V.

Some lady called my number asking me to watch her son while she and her husband are going on vacation. The kid does have a sister, but she's in college and all the way in London, I heard that he's 17, like who the hell needs to be babysat at 17. Apparently, Anne said he was really irresponsible, carefree and needed to be looked after. So I wasn't exactly going to babysit him, just watch him and maybe we could turn out as best friends. But maybe not, cause I'm bisexual. He might just be one of the homophobic prick at my school like Harry, Zayn, and Louis.

So here I am, packing my stuff for a week at his house. I threw my clothes into the small suitcase and squeezed it tight and zipped it. I looked around the room to see if I'd forgotten anything. Nope.

"Niall! You ready?" Liam, my best friend called from downstairs. Since I didn't know how to drive, he was here to give me a ride since my mom was at work and my ass of a dad is probably at a random club fucking some slut. I sighed at the memories, why can't I have a normal father like everyone else I know.

"Yeh!" I shouted back from my room. I looked around the medium sized bedroom, knowing I'll miss my bed for awhile. I had the luggage in hand and my ray bans on. Perfect.

The ride to his house was around a 20 minute drive. Apparently, he lived in a rich neighborhood and we stopped in front of a huge mansion. It had a pool right in front of the house and a gate. I said my to Liam and kissed him on the cheek. I got out of the car and pressed the talk thingy (sorry forgot what it's called).

"Who's this?" A manly, husky voice asked from the other side.

"Umm your won't babysitter." I told them. The gates opened automatically as I took a huge breath. The door quickly opened revealing a woman around 40 something years old. I guess that's Anne.

"Hello Niall." She greeted me pulling me into a hug. I just hugged her back and after awhile I pulled back.

"Hey Anne." I said.

"My number will be on the fridge so call me if he does something bad. And good luck." She said getting ready her things when her husband came out. I nodded and wished them good luck.

I walked inside the humongous house to see someone sitting on the couch watching TV. I was going to go there and say hi but the person turned around. I gasped at the sight and he looked surprised too. He was...

Harry Styles, one of my main bullies.

Hey! This is my first Narry story so don't be too harsh on me >.< and please comment! Thanks! Love you all!